Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2022 14:20:51 -0600 From: Isaac Cox Subject: Tales from Hornup Creek Chapter 1 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most countries you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. PROLOGUE Founded in 1969, the town of Hornup Creek was originally made as a commune for homosexual men who had to flee from their homes or were kicked out by disgusted families. It was a safe haven for them, where they could be who they wanted, do what they wanted, and love who they wanted. The town has grown ever since, its population slowly increasing to its current 2000 inhabitants as people moved in or had children. "But how did they have children?" you ask. Well usually they adopted or brought them along when they first came to the neighborhood. And of course, they all have to be male. This town exists in a separate legal bubble from the rest of the world. Since it was made for men to be free and do what they wanted, it is perfectly legal to have sex with anybody in private or out in public! There are romantic partners and marriages of course, but usually they are open relationships and even encourage each other to have multiple partners. "But what about children?" you ask. Well, children are prohibited to participate in these activities until they are thirteen years of age, at which point their birthday parties are more of an induction ceremony to the town. Father-son or brotherly relationships are also fully open, with incest being practiced freely across town. Hey, I'm Isaac Cox, I'm 15, and I live in Hornup Creek. My grandfather, Norman Cox, was one of the first people to come live here, and since he was a single father he brought along his young sons, Harry and Hugh Cox, who were really young at the time. My father, 40, is Harry Cox, and I have an older brother named Dixon, who's 18 and about to go to college. Guys leave at 18 to go to college out of town, but usually they come right back once they've graduated. Still, I'm gonna miss my brother. I've been an active member of the Creek for about two years now, ever since I turned thirteen. I remember that party very well. At first it was just like a normal birthday party, with cake, balloons, presents, etc. and my family and friends, but once the candles were blown out and the presents were open was when the most exciting part of the party began. I'd seen my dad and Dixon do it many times before and was allowed to watch for 'when I grew up', but now I was finally able to participate. I remember how we all stripped down and brought out the lube and some toys, which included some of my 'real' presents, and then how we began to... But that's a story for another day. Right now I want to show you a usual day in Hornup Creek, or "the Creek" as we usually call it. -:- PART ONE: FRIDAY -:- CHAPTER ONE I woke up right at 7 with my alarm. I shut it off quickly and threw the covers off of me. I had morning wood, as always, but I had to get ready for school so I ignored it. I got up, took a shower, pulled on some clothes and walked downstairs for some breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen I saw my dad reading the newspaper and drinking some coffee at the table, still in his pajamas. "Good morning Dad," I said, "what's for breakfast?" He looked up from his newspaper for a moment. "Ah shit, I'm sorry Isaac, I completely forgot, and I don't think I can whip something up that quickly." My face fell. "Aw, Dad, now I'm gonna be hungry till lunch!" He sighed, then clearly got an idea. "Well, I still have morning wood, and it's important for a growing boy like you to get enough protein for the day." He turned his chair so he was facing me, and sure enough, he had a pretty sizable bulge in his pajamas, along with a small wet spot. I tried to look annoyed, but a smile crept up my face. "Fine, but tomorrow I want an actual breakfast." I got down on my knees and quickly slid up in front of his chair, beginning to feel his bulge. "Good boy," he patted my head, then went back to sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. I gave him an annoyed look, then reached my hand up and pulled down the waistband of his pants to expose his boner. His thick eight-inch dad cock sprang up and nearly hit me in the face. It had clearly been going down, but now got fully hard again. I grabbed it by the base and stroked it a few times, spreading around the precum that had already left a wet spot on his sweatpants, and took it in my mouth like I'd done many times before. I swirled my tongue around the head like I knew he liked and I heard him grunt a bit and put down his coffee cup. Smiling, I went in deeper and sucked his cock, already taking down about half of it and bobbing up and down, running my tongue along the underside. "Fuck, son, I'm already close," he grunted, his eyes closed and clearly lost in the pleasure. Right as I began throating his cock and taking almost all eight inches, I heard some familiar footsteps going down the stairs. "Hey Dad, do you know where- oh come on I just got this to go down!" Dixon exclaimed right as he saw me sucking Dad's cock, now with a very obvious boner at the front of his pants. He sighed, then kept walking into the kitchen. "Dad, do you know where my AP Bio textbook is?" "I think I saw it on th- fuck...I think I saw it on the coffee table," Dad said as I sucked him off. He'd put down his newspaper by that point and was stroking my hair, gently guiding me along his dick. "Thanks," said Dixon and walked out, probably to find his textbook. "But I'm getting some of that too!" he shouted from the other room. I rolled my eyes and increased my sucking, remembering I still had to go to school. Sure enough, after a few more sucks he grunted louder and pushed my head down on his cock, shooting his first load of the day down my throat. I swallowed quickly and pulled off, getting up and giving my dad a kiss on the mouth. "Thanks dad," I said and grabbed my backpack to go to school. On my way out I passed by Dixon walking back to the kitchen. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he said with a smile and pulled his 7.5 inch cock out, stroking it a few times. "I'm gonna be late for school," I said, annoyed, "and you're gonna be too if you don't hurry up." I kept walking out as he looked at his watch. He cursed and grabbed his bag as well, running out the door with me. "Fine, but I'm getting a piece of that ass when I get home," he said, slapping me on the ass as we walked out, "or maybe even in the bathrooms." I looked at him again and rolled my eyes, walking faster than him. We walked through the neighborhood, not needing the bus since we lived close enough to the school to walk. We said hi to some neighbors in their yards. "Hey Mr. Long! Mike, you're gonna be late for school!" I waved to Richard Long as he sat on his porch, his 13-year-old son Michael going to town between his legs. He waved back as Mike hurriedly got up and grabbed his bag, clearly having forgotten he had school. He ran after us, eventually catching up and walking with us. "So Mike, when are you gonna come over and introduce yourself?" asked Dixon, walking beside Mike and slipping a hand down the back of his shorts. Mike had just turned 13 a few weeks ago, so he was basically fresh meat to everyone who hadn't been at his party. He was also a total horndog right now, as I remember being when I first got properly introduced to the Creek. Mike moaned softly, Dixon evidently slipping a finger or two into his ass. "M-maybe next week," he said, smiling up at my brother. "I'll be waiting," Dixon said, slipping his hand back out and sticking his fingers in Mike's mouth, making him suck them. I rolled my eyes again, but still smiled. I'd have to get in on that action when it happened. Eventually we arrived at school, Hornup Creek High, and went our separate ways. I got to my locker and got my things out for the next few periods, then walked to my first class. That school day was pretty uneventful for the first few periods, up until period four: Literature. I walked into class and immediately remembered I hadn't done my homework. Shit. Mr. Hardick walked through the class, collecting the essays we had to do on The Scarlet Letter. I'd started it but never finished it, instead I'd gotten caught up in some...shenanigans with my brother. I made a mental note to yell at him when we got home. "Mr. Cox, your homework?" Mr. Hardick asked menacingly as he got to my desk. I cringed. "I'm sorry Mr. Hardick, I think I left it at home," I explained, blushing hard from embarrassment. The class giggled and I sunk deeper in my seat. "Mr. Cox, that's the third time this week your homework's been late or unfinished," my teacher said, and I sensed a punishment coming, "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take points off your classwork grade." He thought for a moment, then smiled, "or...class, I think I have a special punishment for Mr. Cox. Mr. Cox, please step to the front of the classroom." I could hear people shuffling forward, wanting to hear what it was. Begrudgingly I got up from my seat and walked to the front, facing my classmates. "Since we are reading The Scarlet Letter," he said with a cruel smile, "and you seem to be forgetting about it over and over, I think I shall give you the same punishment the townspeople gave Hester Prynne. A Scarlet Letter. Strip." I was a bit taken aback, but I did as I was told. Can't really argue with a teacher, plus in the Creek it wasn't uncommon to be naked in class for a variety of reasons. I stripped down completely naked and laid my clothes in a pile beside me. "Class, please get out your red markers. As an exercise for today, you are to write whatever Mr. Cox here has done wrong in red wherever you want on his body, except his face." The class gasped, excited, and hurriedly got out whatever red they had. `FUCK!' I thought to myself, `this is bad, this is really bad.' "Afterwards, you shall write a list of ten reasons why Mr. Cox here represents the character of Hester in the book and turn it in to me at the end of the class. Now, one at a time please. First up, Mr. Cummings." Maxwell Cummings got up from his seat holding up his brightest red marker, a malicious smile on his face. "You've done it now, Cox," he teased, then uncapped the marker and began writing right across my chest. "H-O-M-E-W-O-R-K. Late homework. Does that work, Mr. Hardick?" "Yes, very good Mr. Cummings. Next up, Mr. Ball please." It went on like this for the next ten minutes, every guy in the class coming up to my naked body and writing what I'd done wrong in red marker. They wrote on my chest, my arms, my neck, my legs. Someone even wrote `LATE' on my asscheeks. It was humiliating, but I was half-hard through all of it. Once they were done, Mr. Hardick said, "Very good class, now the list of reasons I discussed earlier. And you, Mr. Cox." He turned to me. "For the rest of your punishment I will have use of your body for the rest of the class. Is that okay with you?" Consent was still very important in the Creek, and was exercised constantly. I nodded eagerly, already hard from the prospect of being used by my teacher in front of the class. I'd seen it happen before, sort of, and it had been insanely hot, but now it was me that it was happening to. "Good. On your knees." I quickly got down on my knees in front of him as he sat down on his desk chair and unbuckled his slacks, pulling out his already hard seven-inch cock. Quickly I got to work, licking and sucking his cock in front of the class. I made sure to kneel in a way that opened my ass as well, so that my classmates could also see my own hole winking at them. I took it down my throat several times. It wasn't difficult since I'd had a lot of practice with my dad's eight inches. I held it fully down my throat for several seconds each time so he'd groan in pleasure, distracting the class more than it already was. After a few minutes of slurping on Mr. Hardick's cock, he finally pulled me off and stood up, his erection pointing slightly upwards. "Bend over the desk," he ordered. I complied immediately and bent over the wooden desk, facing the class and arching my back so my ass was in the air. Mr. Hardick got behind me and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with his cock and pushing in slowly. I moaned as he pushed his cock inside me, quickly covering my mouth with my hand to muffle it. It wasn't long before he began thrusting a bit and then picking up the pace, building a steady rhythm. Eventually he was fucking me a bit roughly, his hands on my waist and pulling me back towards him as he thrust inside me. We were both grunting and panting from the pleasure, his cock beginning to hit that special spot inside me, making me moan a bit louder. I looked up and saw about half the class with their dicks out under their desks, jerking off furiously and watching us, their work either done or forgotten. I rolled my eyes upwards, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue in an exaggerated expression of pleasure. Sure enough, I heard some students finally bust, moaning or grunting somewhere in front of me and probably painting the underside of their desks white. Mr. Hardick was evidently watching as well, because soon he thrust deep inside me a few times and came, shooting deep inside me with a groan. He panted and slid his cock out of me, his cum already beginning to leak out. After a few seconds he said to the class, still breathing a bit heavily, "Class, I think Mr. Cox here deserves one more word on him." I felt him reach for his jar of pens beside me and then write something right on my lower back, probably in red Sharpie. "C-U-M-D-U-M-P," he spelled out. Right as he finished writing the bell rang, and the students hurriedly tucked their dicks back in their pants, grabbed their bags and walked out of the classroom. Mr. Hardick gave me a gentle smack on the ass. "Alright, Isaac, put your clothes back on and go." "Yes sir," I said, still panting a bit. Slowly I put my clothes back on, feeling my teacher's cum begin to stain the back of my shorts. I started to walk out before he said, "But Mr. Cox, I will need that homework of yours on Monday at eight and no later or I will have to deduct points from your grade." "Yes, sorry again sir," I said and walked out. I could feel people look at me a bit strangely and remembered I still had red words sticking out of my shirt collar and sleeves. I sighed and rolled my eyes, making my way to the cafeteria for my lunch period. END CHAPTER ONE ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, let me know! Send me a message at isaacdicks123@gmail.com Some of my other stories include: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/in-plain-sight/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/on-demand/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/good-boy/ And if you *really* enjoyed my writing, I also take commissions! 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